You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.